Finally, finally, finally, some AAA-grade grass-fed non-GMO free-range whimsy.

This show is plenty meaningful, and its writer trusts you to be clever enough to figure that out - an instinct, which, marvellously, frees the script up to explore its real magic: the delight of imagination.

Playwright/Performer/Archivist of Secret Worlds Megan Markham guides you through a gallery of her glittering visions: eternal libraries, glass witches, and questing clockmakers make for a rich universe or two.

There’s just a sprinkling of self-awareness, but never enough to spoil the effect. Markham knows what she’s doing, and she neither skimps with her potions nor lays them on too thick. It’s fun. It’s beautiful. It’s important. It’s the only bedtime story that might wake you up - to a world of glass feet, treacherous books, and skirts that are still, centuries later, on fire.

You might not believe in witches, but magic is real and it’s on stage at Roots on White